Firsts
Author: Pixelated Optimism
He wondered how firsts could repeat again and again.
As far as Mikoshiba Seijuuro knew, drowning was the only thing that made him breathless. The water closing in, depraving his lungs with air, that unfamiliar veil of dark blue, the frantic beat of his heart as it madly fought, the suffocating silence ringing on his ears, the sinking feeling on the pit of his stomach.
But that was before he knew swimming, when he was a stranger to the water.
Now drowning would've been a great shame, he being the captain of Samezuka. He was the Mikoshiba Seijuuro after all, and even someone good as Tachibana Makoto or Nanase Haruka would cringe away from his records.
Drowning was not even an option for Mikoshiba-buchou, the first years would always proudly tease. And of course, had had to play the part. Drowning should never be an option. Not for him.
But then there was her.
He always dies, right there, at the mere sight of her. It's a wonder, really, because he always kept his cool in the direst situations. He chased thousand of skirts, but Gou.
Gou always plunged him down to troubled, nasty waters.
When her beam reaches him. He just knows.
The first time he saw her, he knew. She will be the death of him.
He never thought drowning would come haunting him in the form of Matsuoka Gou.
And yeah, he quite forgot. Drowning was so much easier with Matsuoka Rin too.
Here I am again. Ship Ship Ship.
I don't really approve of their shipping until I realized when I edited those SeiGou screenshots I have in Adobe that probably Mikoshiba-buchou has the cutest crush ever, like frikken puddle marshmallowy cute. For Pete's sake what is happening to my life?
this is going to be short, more like drabbles so yay!
Having an existential crisis \(*U*\)
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